Mia Falcone, the Don’s daughter, gave up everything for Leo Romano after he took three bullets to save her. For seven years, she lived in secrecy as his wife, raising their son without a name. After Leo’s brother died, his widow, Jasmine Moretti, returned, and Leo chose her and ambition over blood. When the humiliation threatens her son, Ethan, Mia walks away and returns to her true identity. As Leo desperately tries to win back the woman he lost, Mia teaches him a fatal lesson: he didn’t just break a heart—he declared war on the wrong bloodline.
Once a feared underworld lord, Eddie chose a quiet life. Four years later, she returns—Nora Olson, a stunning CEO, holding a child—and shatters his calm world: ‘She’s yours. Marry me, and be her father.’ A flash marriage. Family betrayal. Corporate war. And just when she needs saving most, the richest man alive calls her new husband… son!
Erika broke Adrian's heart to save him. Five years later, she begs the now-powerful man to fund surgery for the daughter he never knew existed, only to die of cancer herself. But her spirit remains, protecting their child, saving Adrian from suicide, and finally becoming his bride.
Marcello, the Don of the Valence family, has severe PTSD. He’s cold, and he pushes everyone away. But I can hear his thoughts. I know about the possessiveness hiding under that cold front. When he says, “Stay away from me, I don’t want to see you,” what he’s really thinking is: Lilian, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I really need you. Six years of marriage, and I’m used to him never meaning what he says. But tonight, at the family banquet, his assistant is on his arm again, instead of me. I ask Marcello, “She’s standing where the Don’s wife should be. You got nothing to say about that?” Impatience flashes across Marcello’s face. “You’re twenty minutes late, Lilian. You have no right to question me.” “Either go stand in a corner, or get the hell out of my estate. Now.” A second later, his thoughts crash into me: Lilian. Get mad. Slap her. Scream that you’re my wife. Prove you love me. I need to feel secure. But this time, seeing the smirks on everyone’s faces, I’m just… tired. I take off the diamond ring, the one that marks me as the Don’s wife. “Since there’s no place for me here, let’s get a divorce.” Perfect timing. The hospital is sending me to London for a placement. I leave tomorrow.
To revenge her disloyal husband and the vicious homewrecker, Ashley gets entangled with a sexy, enigmatic Mr. Big, who harbors especial feelings for her....
"For seven years, Nora put her own plans on hold while helping Elliot become one of New York’s most sought-after lawyers. She thought their wedding would finally be the day he put her first. Then one desperate text from his young assistant sends him running—leaving Nora behind in her wedding dress.
He tells her to wait. Instead, she cancels the wedding in front of two hundred guests.
Elliot doesn’t know she was going to tell him they’re having a baby. He doesn’t know that this time, she won’t forgive him and come home. Leaving New York to reclaim the career she put aside, Nora starts building a life that no longer revolves around his needs. And the lawyer who always has an answer discovers that some losses cannot be argued away."
In her past life, spitfire Veronica married a golden boy while her sweet sister got the ruthless Gunrunner Don. Both ended in tragedy. Reborn with a vengeance, Veronica swaps fiancés to enter the lethal underworld.Armed with razor-sharp wit and dangerous charm, she crushes her enemies, builds an empire, and tames the mafia king.
I went to pick up my three-year-old son from preschool, only to run into a man who had snapped and started attacking people with a knife.
To protect my son, I took more than a dozen stab wounds and collapsed in a pool of blood.
Ethan Lawson had the attacker taken to the police station and brought in the best medical team to save us.
Before I was wheeled into surgery, I anxiously asked how my son was doing.
But Ethan’s eyes were red as he told me our son had lost too much blood. He had stopped breathing on the way to the hospital.
The grief hit me so hard that I passed out.
I forgot to tell them I was resistant to anesthesia.
When I had just barely regained consciousness, I heard Ethan speaking with the doctor.
“Mr. Lawson, he could have been saved. Why did you give up on resuscitation? He was your biological son. He was only three years old.”
“I never planned to let him live,” Ethan said coldly. “His birth was a mistake from the start. And now he dared to ask me for a birthday present? What, was he trying to claim inheritance rights to the company?”
“Vivian’s child and mine will turn eighteen soon. I promised her I’d give the company to our child as a coming-of-age gift. I won’t let anyone compete with him for it.”
So the marriage I had thought was happy had been nothing but hell all along.
Fine.
If that was what they wanted, I would give it to them.
When my parents divorced, their lawyers drafted a custody agreement. My sister and I would live with separate parents, then switch homes at the start of every school year. The handoff happened every August at La Serata, the Moretti family's restaurant. Every year, my parents fought over who got more time with Sofia. "Come to St. Barts with me for Thanksgiving," Mom coaxed. Dad's face hardened. "Sofia is with me this year. She spends the holidays with me." Mom pulled up her calendar. "You dumped her on me for nineteen extra days last year. I get those days back. Every single one." "Two of those days were school overnights. They don't count." Sofia rested her chin on one hand and gave them the helpless smile of a princess burdened by too much devotion. "If only there were two of me." Half an hour later, my parents compromised by booking the trip together. Only then did Sofia glance my way. "What about Emilia?" Dad picked up his water and looked past me. "She's not my responsibility this year." Mom finally met my eyes. "The hotel group closes an acquisition next month. I don't have time for this. St. Gabriel still has rooms in the senior dorm. You'll board there." They had just counted every hour Sofia had spent away from them. When it came to me, they could hand off an entire year without blinking. Under the table, I smoothed the napkin I had crushed in my fist. My phone lit up. [Ms. Harper: Your record puts several top East Coast schools within reach. Westbridge Institute's research scholarship would also be a great fit. Which one is your first choice?] I looked at California on the other side of the map and typed my answer. [Westbridge.] Three thousand miles ought to be far enough to leave my family for good.
When the zombie apocalypse erupts, Mike is murdered by his wife Sarah and best friend Ethan. He wakes as a zombie with a bizarre romance system: win women's affection, earn powers. His target, Jessie, keeps trying to kill him, until desire, revenge, and undead armies turn enemies into lovers.
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